"Could it be that I misjudged?" Jiang Baibing's brow furrowed. She couldn't understand why Chen Yang's pants were dry. "Could it be that Song Lingxue was just acting, and it was all a pretense?"
"No!" she thought. "I definitely didn't misjudge. Ling Xue's state just now was a climax. That couldn't be fake."
Jiang Baibing recalled Song Lingxue's penetrating moans and the unique scent that had filled the car. Comparing it to her own climaxes and the smell of her own fluids, she just couldn't believe what she was seeing. Especially when she saw Song Lingxue get out of the car with a slightly unnatural gait. That convinced her she was right.
Staring at Chen Yang's crotch, she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth between her thighs once more. Ugh, what's wrong with me? I just masturbated last night, why am I thinking about that stuff again?
Jiang Baibing instinctively squeezed her slender legs together, worried her soaked panties would dampen her jeans.
